He never saw it coming. One minute Jake was nursing a beer at the dive bar on the edge of town, the next some big motherfucker named Marcus had him pinned against the wall in the filthy back hallway, a thick forearm across his throat. "You been staring at my bulge all night, white boy," Marcus growled, voice low and mean. "Time to do something about it."
Jake's heart hammered. He was straight, married, never even thought about cock before. But Marcus was massive, six-four, built like a linebacker, skin dark as midnight. He shoved Jake to his knees on the sticky concrete without asking. "Open your fucking mouth."
"No, man, I don't" Jake started, but Marcus unzipped and pulled out the biggest dick Jake had ever seen. Thick, veiny, already half-hard, the head shiny and dark. It slapped against Jake's cheek, leaving a smear of precum. "Suck it. Now."
Marcus grabbed a fistful of Jake's hair and forced the head between his lips. Jake gagged instantly, the taste salty and musky, the girth stretching his jaw wide. He tried to pull back but Marcus held him firm, pushing deeper until the cockhead bumped the back of his throat. "That's it, choke on that black cock. You wanted it."
Tears stung Jake's eyes as Marcus started thrusting, slow at first, then harder. Spit ran down Jake's chin, dripping onto his shirt. The cock grew fully hard in his mouth, hot and pulsing, veins throbbing against his tongue. Jake's own dick twitched in his jeans against his will, shame burning through him. He was getting off on this.
Marcus laughed low. "Look at you, straight boy turning into a cocksucker. Suck it proper or I'll make it worse." He pulled out just enough for Jake to gasp air, then rammed back in, balls slapping Jake's chin. Jake hollowed his cheeks, trying to obey, tongue sliding along the underside. The flavor was intense, pure male, and every thrust made his throat convulse.
Marcus fucked his face with steady, brutal strokes, grunting each time he bottomed out. "Take it all. Every inch." Jake's nose pressed into the coarse pubic hair, eyes watering, lungs burning. He reached up on instinct, one hand wrapping around the thick shaft, stroking what wouldn't fit in his mouth. Marcus moaned approval. "Yeah, use those hands. Jerk that black dick while you suck."
The hallway smelled like piss and beer, but all Jake could focus on was the cock owning his mouth. His own erection strained painfully now, leaking into his boxers. Marcus noticed and kicked Jake's legs apart, pressing a boot against the bulge. "Hard as fuck from sucking cock. Knew you were a faggot deep down."
Jake moaned around the shaft, the vibration making Marcus thrust faster. Saliva poured freely, strings connecting Jake's lips to the glistening dick every time Marcus pulled back. "Gonna cum down your throat, white boy. Swallow every drop." Jake's mind reeledforced, humiliated, yet his body betrayed him with every pulse of arousal.
Marcus tensed, cock swelling even thicker. Hot jets of cum flooded Jake's mouth, thick and bitter, too much to handle. It overflowed, spilling from the corners of his lips as Marcus held him in place, pumping load after load. "Drink it. All of it." Jake swallowed what he could, throat working, the rest dripping down his neck.
When Marcus finally pulled out, Jake slumped forward, gasping, face streaked with spit and cum. Marcus tucked his still-twitching cock away and smirked. "Next time you stare, you better be ready to finish what you start." He walked off, leaving Jake on his knees, hard, aching, and forever changed by the taste of that black cock.
Jake stumbled home later, the memory replaying in raw detailthe stretch, the force, the way his body had responded. He jerked off in the shower thinking about it, shooting hard while imagining Marcus's load coating his tongue again. The forced encounter had unlocked something he couldn't shut off.
